Tuesday, April 8, 2008

A zone restricted to those,that only take it in strideLearning to glide with the flownot only go..it takes many a manto understandwhy the world does not turn the otha way..but I deal with what I deal withand ultimately my faith na'er stray...Living and walkingwit an urge to succeednot even the downfallsof my elder men reiteratedstop ma strive to need..

Need lust for life,lust for her,lust to live,lust for birth..I take it all inwith a breath and a smirk,and realize maturity is the ultimate work..

Whether Miss Freshtadef cut open the woundthat allowed the skies to flyremains to be seento my naked eye.

Though an individualcan influence the worldsomehow it seemsthat in my eyespossibly I've been influencedby this girl..Her indefinite happinessshadowed with the trials that life bringsthe sturdiness of the backbonethe sexiness she perceives..taking full advantage of what's thrown in directionensuing the utmost attentionamongst hidden protection..tho 5 minutes not enough to knowand realize ones full potential,like a lottery team with its first pickinvestment controls any aspectstaken by my mental..

Indeed,freshness stings the airwith so much perceptionthe namesake so fittingwhen she looks in my direction..So hence tha nameMiss Freshtadef..without knowing outcomeof jumping from that incredulous cliffI still proceedto take the first step..

She is...

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15 comments:

*lookin back at the post and whisperin to swag*...ummmm, was this about me?...lol

lovin it!... this was so smooth, and i'm very curious to know where the inspiration comes from... *wonderin if it's even about a woman*... sometimes poetry like that have nothin to do with women at all... by all means~ 'break this shit down for me' (a quote i stole...lol)